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Thrifted Maternity Closet: Postpartum

15 Apr

I had thought that when I had posted my 38 Week Thrifted Maternity Closet update that it would be my last in that series but after I had returned from the hospital I went through my maternity set from when I was pregnant with Isobel, titled “The Peanut Gallery” because we referred to her as “Peanut” while she was in the womb, I realized I had taken a post postpartum photo with her in the sling. It was taken around Mother’s Day so Isobel was a month old and bigger than Elias at this point, but I didn’t want to wait.

This isn’t a very impressive outfit from a fashion standpoint or a thrifted one but it was comfortable and easy and that’s all I really cared about. Isobel was off having an adventure with Ama and Anthony and I went out for our first post-baby trip to our favorite breakfast place. I remember making the same trip with Isobel  and being so nervous she’d wake up and fuss that I was distracted the whole time. I am so relieved to be able to parent without the crushing anxiety of having a newborn for the first time.

While at the restaurant I wore a cute thrifted sweater that I would have kept on for the photos had it not already became too hot for me to wear it. I also wore one of my favorite thrifted necklaces (also visible in the photo) but it got in the way of the sling so I took it off. All that remains of my thrifted style is this simple black tank and vinyl bus bag I was using for baby supplies while out. Speaking of black tank tops, I’m of the opinion–and it could have something to do with the fact that it’s over 80 degrees for about eight to nine months of the year here–that you can never have too many. I currently own at least three and wouldn’t hesitate to buy another one should I find one in my size while thrifting.

I am so thrilled to be free of the traveling maternity box and happily look forward to passing the remains of the maternity clothes in my closet onto my cousin. She has a friend at work who’s pregnant and currently housing the collection. I have a few pairs of very forgiving jeans and otherwise stretchy pants so I can kiss maternity pants goodbye forever.

Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 38

23 Mar

IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!

Today is my last thrifted maternity post which means Wednesday is the day that my second pregnancy is (finally) over. This post goes out to those of you who haven’t felt like glowing icons of womanhood during your pregnancy. It’s been such a challenge for me this time and these last weeks especially have been an exercise in torture. I’ve documented my numerous complaints both here and on twitter and although I’ve apologized for complaining so much I’m glad I did it because I hope other woman who have a terrible time during pregnancy find my story and feel better in knowing that they are not alone. Blogs are infamous for often presenting only a polished.  side of life, tidied up and arranged so their life is nothing but a series of their best intentions. I have been miserable many times during this pregnancy and have cried in frustration on a regular basis, and that is okay. This is real life. It’s dirty, it’s gritty, it’s filled with doubt and constipation and mistakes but none of that negates the love and happiness I ultimately feel for creating a new life.

These photos show off the bump to the best advantage but some of the (hidden from the general public forever) photos from this shoot reveal the absolute ridiculousness of my body: I am nearly as wide as I am tall, which was the joking prediction my friend Stefanie made earlier on in my pregnancy. Stef’s family’s cat, Betty, was infamously as wide as she was long when she was with kittens. so right now I’m basically Betty’s human counterpart. Because of careful editing and posing and selection I don’t look that big in the photos, but trust me, in the dark recesses of my hard drive, those photos exist, never to be seen by humankind.

My belly became increasingly itchy as of late, no matter how much lotion I applied, and I eventually realized it was because of my tweedledee pants. I can’t have anything touching my belly like that anymore so I’ve abandoned them in favor of dresses and muumuus exclusively for the last week or so. It’s made such a difference and my skin is so much happier. This does mean that for the most part when I stand up I resemble a floral yurt with a face but I can’t bring myself to care. The dress I’m wearing for this photo is actually one I bought and put in storage to list in my etsy shop because it was too large. I paired it with a thrifted brown shirt to avoid some of the yurtishness of my condition. I didn’t bother to wear any jewelry and under my boots I’m wearing a pair of my husband’s comfy socks.

The orange and tan bag are packed and ready to go for the hospital and filled with some robes for nursing and the bare minimums of toiletries. The tiny suitcase is filled with onesies and hats and blankets for Elias. It’s the same suitcase I packed with pink frilly onesies and bows for Isobel.

This is, of course, not the first time I’m actually excited to have a surgery, but that doesn’t entirely eclipse the my nervousness about the procedure. I’ve had lots of surgeries so this isn’t anything new for me, but because I’ve had so many surgeries I’m very aware of all the things that can go wrong. My surgery is the first of the day, and since we have to travel, Anthony and I will be leaving before the sun is up. I’m looking forward to get it out of the way, and Anthony keeps reassuring me that the surgery will go off without a hitch because it will happen immediately after my doctor has his morning coffee.

I’m glad this is my last maternity post because I’ve not managed to get used to taking outfit photos on a regular basis. It was a struggle to keep up sometimes and if I hadn’t already done this with Isobel I would have given up weeks ago. The complaint of every second child always revolves around the inequality of photos or baby book entries or or other milestone recording and I wanted to be sure that he at least started life off on equal footing with his sister. Overall it has been fun, though, and I’ve enjoyed my outfits more when I think about wearing them for a post. It’s like giving myself permission to focus on my clothes and look cute. I do think that I’ll start including more thrifted closet posts in a regular rotation once I recover and get back to my regular posting schedule.

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